Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 26
It all began with clouds in the sky.
We used to call them sheep, horses..
Me and my friend,
Every other object.
Same sync.
How would I walk?
When there was no friction?
It was an awkward tense.
Amethyste
Written by
Amethyste  40/F/Tirana
(40/F/Tirana)   
35
   Arthur Vaso
Please log in to view and add comments on poems